I remember going with my Dad to a farm to buy fluffy yellow chicks. In 1945 I think it was. We always had chickens until the 50's. I used to hate the smell of 'mash & grit' that Mother used to prepare for them every day, but boy did I love those eggs.

I think I am too old now to cope with chickens, (maybe when my new knees are fitted?) but nothing would give me greater pleasure than to buy a dozen battery hens, and give them a great life. I would love those eggs still, of course.

See if you can download Countryfile, from BBC-Iplayer btw. Adam featured a rescue of some hens a week or so back.
They seemed to take to their freedom as if they had never been in a cage in their life. That's why I think it would be rewarding to rescue some.

As for neighbours complaining about noise, I'm sure a few eggs would mollify them, as well as being good insurance if they complained to our local 'elected' Gestapo at City Hall.

Cheers folks
John